This kis a short story I wrote when I was 11 years old depicting the dangers of leaving a lit cigarette unattended.

What a cool cushion, where to buy this?

A haiku about a baby.

To share or not to share… that’s a tough one.

A poem I made during 6th grade.

Children are the best gift on earth. Let us mold and make them grow. In return, they’ll bring us joy and pride than no other people can take from us.

Today might be a good day if I…

Amusing poem about taking care of the baby.

Death Calls, but Revelation Answers.

Who and what I am.